Mano arrived at the spot he planned to meet Piede at, with the box of cake that he'd picked up in his hands, and waited for his lover. Following almost fifteen minutes, Mano pulled his phone out of his pocket, making sure not to drop the box, and texted Piede to learn his whereabouts.
No response.
Worried, he called the man.
No response.
In spite of his concern, Mano pushed aside the possible idea of something bad happening to Piede and assumed that he was late due to work. He texted him that he would wait for him at home and they could celebrate his birthday there.
Again, no response.
After setting the dinner table, Mano sat down on a chair and put the box down when he entered his home. Hours of staring at his phone screen caused the man to become drowsy so he texted Piede one last time, informing him that he was going to eat all of the cake he purchased for him if he didn't come home soon.
Still no response.
He ended up falling asleep at the table, leaning his head on his folded arms, and didn't wake up until nighttime. When he came to, he rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone and the unread messages that he sent to Piede earlier. He was hopeful that the man would respond soon, since it wasn't new that he was unheard from for several hours. Piede had a job and that was why he always came home when Mano was already asleep, showed up late to dates, and didn't check his phone often. He was working so that he could support the two of them.
However, Mano was a little disappointed. He planned out a surprise and bought Piede's favorite cake, but it all went to waste since the birthday boy wasn't even present. He huffed before pulling the dessert out of its box and cutting a slice for himself.
Before consuming the cake, the man lifted the fork that held a little piece up to his nose and sniffed it. His face contorted in disgust and he muttered to himself, "I didn't think the cake would go bad this fast." Mano didn't like wasting food so he reasoned that a bad smell didn't always point to a bad taste and forced himself to down at least that bite of cake.
Immediately after the taste registered, his eyes widened and he coughed up the dessert(?). He looked at the card that came with the box and its message, the one he wanted written before he used his phone to dial the police and report Piede as missing.
He prayed that the cake wasn't what he thought it was, but was later told that it contained the usual ingredients of a cake, the strawberries replaced with Piede's bloody heart.
The part-time worker at the bakery where the cake was made accused her boss when questioned about the cake. Some regular customers had seen him enter and leave that day, so he was convicted of Piede's murder. To avoid losing her job and letting it go out of business, the young girl took ownership of the bakery.
Mano was traumatized by both Piede's death and the fact that a man who didn't even know him could take his life in such a gruesome manner. He would never forget the bitter, metallic taste of the cake he was given.
Your boss, on the other hand, was impressed by the results of your first mission and made you his go-to assassin. Anytime he needed to secretly kill someone, he would order you to do it. You were easily able to cover your tracks and had very creative methods of killing instead of just sticking to one. A simple knife, electrocution, acid, you name it. Neither detectives nor police could determine that each kill was by the same person and someone else was always arrested.
Two years in, the money you earned had accumulated and you were able to purchase a better house for your family. It wasn't a mansion but had enough space so that everyone could have their own room.
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Smooth Criminal (La Squadra x Reader)
FanfictionTrigger warning(s): This story contains foul language, graphic descriptions, and scenes of violence since y/n is literally an assassin. Please don't get any bizarre ideas from stories you read that involve violence, crime = bad! Y/n, the younger of...